She just can't seem to repel the Louse Invasion.
So this Sunday we huddled inside against the nasty wet cold, I got in a steamy tub full of soapy water - the Girl likes her bathwater on the scalding side of hot - and scrubbed her little head thoroughly. After enough mermaid play I lifted her out, towelled her dry, and raised the shears above her head.
Luckily for us we'd been preparing her for the moment for several days, reassuring her that it would grow back, explaining how we needed to trim her crop so that the Good Medicine could whack the Bad Bugs and stop them from making her head itch.
But that wasn't the idea. The idea was the civilized version of the Shaved Head And Purple Nit Paint of my youth; the idea was Death to Lice, and the Little Miss' defoliated dome worked like Agent Orange on a second-growth forest in the Ia Drang Valley. The little boogers got napalmed, and then Mojo went in behind the airstrikes with the tooth-comb ground assault and combed out the stay-behind ambushes and louse-egg booby traps.
So here she is with her mom, both of them squeaky clean American Girls without a scintilla of nit between them.
1 comment:
good god, women being women in the bathroom...it seems every house is the same in this country...women occupy the bathroom, and us guys have to sit and wait.
"You done yet?"
"Don't rush me or I'll take longer!"
OY!
Btw: Nice hair cut...still, reminds me of my wife's tyrannical occupation of the bathroom.
Post a Comment